I question things which people take for granted. I would have been that kid who said the emperor was naked. In real life that kid would probably have been lynched, but I'll take my chances...
I believe truth inherently valuable, no matter how well intentioned the ideology it dispels may be.
I also write about random interesting things from my personal life.

20 May 2007

Passion

May 20, 2007

Passion

riding all day down the coast of California.

Typical early spring weather.

Cool. Misty. Bright. Windy.

Tired, a little hungry.

Rain starts.

Rain gear doesn't help - all wet. Cold.

Arrive at camp ground, check in, restroom / shower key

Clothes off, in the shower, all alone, faucet, hot, almost too hot, almost
painful
Almost, but not

Perfect.
Warm. Soft

Like your body is going to melt.
Right there in the campground shower, melt into a puddle, but you don't mind.

Wonder briefly what person in shower stall next door thinks of the pleasure
noises involuntarily escaping you, but, the feeling is too distracting to
think. Ordinary showers never feel as good.

Take that feeling, the hot water enveloping, but instead, picture it in girl
form.

Passion.

And yet -

Music. Music in the genre they call "funk".
Sure, music is a matter of taste, personal preference.
But there is something , that, eee-gha. When your feeling the live
band. The rhythm gets into you. People to ashamed to dance can't
help but tap feet and wiggle heads. There's a break, a pause, and then
that first perfect beat, that first note, and if its done right, the dancers no
longer have control over their bodies. The musicians do. And they
know it, and they play with it. And its not about what you look like, or
about picking someone up, its just the music, just you and the music, and it
just feels right, it just feels good.

Take that feeling, and put it in girl form.

The music with that ngha and the melting in a puddle. They are not
compatible. They are both good, but one is calm and one is energy itself.
Or at least, not in any other context are they compatible. Some how,
passion, with all its physical movement, all its effort, makes you melt just
like the shower, just like a really good massage. Even with out sex, even
with out love, it is like combining every good sensation, every good feeling
that life has to offer us, into one concentrated moment, so intense as to
boarder on excruciating, but somehow never crossing that line.

That sound, in the Beatles song "Girl" on Rubber Soul, the sucking in
through the teeth, sssss, I can't find a proper onomatopoeia for it.
But you know what I mean.